Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
The Move,
Ossler,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.